THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Ethan turned toward me, his eye patch blending in with the shadows on his face. His expression was
something like pity. “I told you not to spare me, Percy. ‘An eye for an eye.’You ever hear that saying? I
learned what it means the hard way—when I discovered my godly parent. I’m the child of Nemesis,
Goddess of Revenge. And this is what I was made to do.”
He turned toward the dais. “I renounce the gods! What have they ever done for me? I will see them
destroyed. I will serve Kronos.”
The building rumbled. A wisp of blue light rose from the floor at Ethan Nakamura’s feet. It drifted
toward the coffin and began to shimmer, like a cloud of pure energy. Then it descended on the
sarcophagus.
Luke sat bolt upright. His eyes opened, and they were no longer blue. They were golden, the same color
as the coffin. The hole in his chest was gone. He was complete. He leaped out of the coffin with ease,
and where his feet touched the floor, the marble froze like craters of ice.
He looked at Ethan and thetelekhines withhtose horrible golden eyes, as if he were a newborn baby, not
sure what he was seeing. Then he looked at me, and a smile of recognition crept across his mouth.
“This body has been well prepared.” His voice was like a razor blade running over my skin. It was
Luke’s, but not Luke’s.underneath his voice was another, more horrible sound—an ancient, cold sound
like metal scraping against rock. “Don’t you think so, Percy Jackson?”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t answer.
Kronos threw back his head and laughed. The scar on his face rippled.
“Luke feared you,” the Titan’s voice said. “His jealously and hatred have been powerful tools. It has
kept him obedient. For that I thank you.”
Ethan collapsed in terror. He covered his face with his hands. Thetelekhines trembled, holding up the
scythe.
Finally I found my nerve. I lunged at the thing that used to be Luke, thrusting my blade straight at his
chest, but his skin deflected the blow like he was made of pure steel. He looked at me with amusement.
Then he flicked his hand, and I flew across the room.
I slammed against a pillar. I struggled to my feet, blinking the stars out of my eyes, but Kronos had
already grasped the handle of his scythe.
“Ah…much better,” he said. “Backbiter, Luke called it.An appropriate name.now that it is re-forged
completely, it shall indeedbite back .”
“What have you done to Luke?” I groaned.
Kronos raised his scythe. “He serves me with his whole being, as I require.
The difference is,he feared you, Percy Jackson. I do not.”
That’s when I ran. There wasn’t even any thought to it. No debate in my mind about—gee, should I